The description fit him at first and Jesus even smiled along to it because yeah, that was him. He knew everything about Judas. He like charity work-- but it rapidly verged away from him all too quickly. Tattoos. Living something close to how he had lived... Even being a good lay-- None of that was JC. The smile faded and he let the spoon go.

This wasn't the right sort of place and the voice wasn't telling him to do things he had never really considered before. It didn't need to because JC had it in his head that he wanted this. He wanted something more. He wanted to do the things he hadn't because soon... Soon it would all be over. Once they started on this mission, he knew he would have just three years to complete it.

And three years wasn't a very long time, even if he had no idea yet what was waiting for him at the end of the road. He just knew that he would not be able to take what he had now with him.

"So not me," he said, not even bothering to hide his hurt. He never seemed capable of that.